0.10 First Morning

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0.10 … First Morning

They made us wait
in the nice room
with the cozy chairs
and paintings on the walls,
as if these trappings
could calm away the chaos
of hearing the words
I’m so sorry,
we did everything we could,
she didn’t make it…

Waiting for my sister
to arrive at the hospital
broke me only further.
I had always tried to
keep it together for her.
But this time I couldn’t.
There was nothing left of me
to hold on to.

When we got home from the hospital,
the rain was at last slowing down
and the sky became the kind
of golden rose that it does
after a fleeting yet
powerful storm.

I looked up at the splendor,
and tears returned, as I raged that
my mother no longer stood on Earth with me.
Yet, I was grateful at least that
she had been welcomed home to
such a glorious, resplendent sky.


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elluminations, vol. 0

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Cover photo by Tevin Trinh on Unsplash  |   (elluminations © 2018 Elayna Mae Darcy)

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